Reza Mansour (aswritten) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-07-22 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Shane and Reza
When: late afternoon, Sunday, July 1
Where: their house
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete, Part 2
It was so tempting to take the reins, put the oven on 'warm' and finish Reza off right there in the kitchen, but Shane held back on that, though he did allow himself to rub Reza's ass as he stepped up behind him. "Think you can stay hard while we eat?" he murmured in his ear and the heat coming from the open oven sent a pleasant jolt through him. He was careful not to restrict Reza's movement as he got the fattah out and put it on the table, Shane might not burn easily but Reza did and he had no interest in seeing his man get hurt. The food smelled good, making him even more torn between eating and fucking as his stomach reminded him he was hungrier than he thought and he figured fine, he could eat a little, then fuck, then eat some more. Compromise!
“That depends on you,” Reza said, giving a cheeky little smile. “Get some plates, will you?” if it was just a nice normal meal, his body would probably shift focus to eating rather than being horny, but if they kept it playful and flirty ... Reza’s pants were still tented up as they settled down at the table, and he couldn’t help but give himself a squeeze as he reached to dish some hot fattah out onto each of their plates. It smelled like he’d done a good job, even though he was sure his mom would have some pointers if she was there. That thought was easy enough to dismiss, thinking about his family would definitely be a boner killer. “Enjoy,” he murmured to Shane as he picked up his fork.
Shane had brought some wine as well, a pretty standard thing for dinner for the two of them, but he was more focused on the food for now, wanting to try it without diluting it with wine. Unless it tasted awful, of course. It did taste good, thankfully, making him hum contently as he chewed. He could be brutally honest at times but he didn't exactly want to tell Reza something he'd spent time on making for him wasn't good so that was a relief. "S'good," he drawled once he'd swallowed, raising his glass to Reza. "To the chef and his boner." Not that he wasn't sporting one too and he had the amusing - and mortifying - thought that eating fattah with Reza's family one day might invoke unwanted feelings and memories that weren't appropriate for a family get-together.
Reza didn’t cook too often, especially not for boyfriends, so he was a little apprehensive as Shane took that first bite. He didn’t quite stare at him, but he kept glancing as he sipped some wine. While it wasn’t exactly a gushing compliment, it was better than bad, and the relief was sweet as Reza grinned and lifted his glass slightly back. “It didn’t help me cook, but I’ll give him some credit too, sure,” he joked, grinning. “Glad you like it.” And now if Reza ever managed to cajole Shane into meeting his family and his mother made fattah, they would have a private little in-joke around it. He could just picture the glances between them now. Getting all hot and bothered had quelled his appetite a bit, but his stomach came alive more at that first bite, so Reza settled into eating.
"It may not have helped you cook but it deserves a toast anyway," Shane murmured. "To your glorious, hard cock." He drank to that, then put his glass aside to eat more because while he was hungry for Reza, he was evidently hungry for good food as well. He tried to pace himself, not wanting to overindulge and feel all bloated and sleepy afterward. He could always come back for leftovers later, this tasted like something that might be just as good cold. The promise of ravaging Reza after dinner made it easier not to pig out and he enjoyed nudging his leg with his knee under the table a few times as they ate, giving him sly little grins here and there. "Are you still hard?" he asked when he was about halfway done with what was on his plate. Shane was still a little hard, though it had waned somewhat while they ate. He knew his dick would wake up in a heartbeat as soon as he gave it any attention again.
It was weirdly delightful to have someone toast to his dick, and Reza tittered as his cheeks flushed a bit. He drank to it too, because why not. He loved his dick just as much as Shane did. Reza got to eating as well, though he was similarly careful not to stuff himself. Even lazy sex could feel like a lot on an over-full stomach. It did taste pretty damn good though, and the wine was making him feel nice and loose, and he loved every touch of Shane’s knee. His cock relaxed halfway, but Reza’s free hand kept straying under the table to give himself a squeeze, maintaining that needy feeling that was so nice when he knew satisfaction was coming. “Mmhmm, mostly,” he answered with a wicked little grin. Reza leaned back in his chair enough to make the bulge in his pants obvious, and he rubbed his hand over it again while Shane’s eyes were on him.
That signaled the end of dinner time for Shane and he put down his fork, his gaze firmly stuck on Reza's hand and what it was doing. "I know it can get bigger than that," he all but purred before tearing his gaze away and looking up at Reza's face instead. "You need a hand?" They could eat after sex, they could eat all night if they wanted. They could eat while they fucked even, but Shane had never been into that. Some food seemed more suited for it than other and he wasn't so sure this meal would make for a good fuck meal. Paired with the wine it left a good taste in his mouth and he was more than eager to add to that taste.
Reza had lost all interest in the food himself. He’d eaten enough not to be hungry anymore, and his body was directing its attention back to what else it was hungry for. “Do I need a hand?” he echoed like he was pondering the question, a teasing smirk on his face. “I mean, I do have two already ...” Reza pushed the front of his joggers down enough to free his growing cock, running his loose fist over it. Between that stimulation and Shane’s eyes on him, he was rock hard again within a couple of seconds. Reza kept playing with himself, lifting one foot to brace it against Shane’s thigh to keep him where he was for a moment. He’d gotten to do a lot of teasing, it was Reza’s turn. So he sank his teeth into his bottom lip and indulgently stroked his cock while he stared at his man.
Shane grabbed Reza's foot by the ankle, rubbing it gently then slowly moved it to his crotch. He pushed forward against the sole of his foot for some much desired pressure and watched with open hunger as Reza touched himself. "You look like you're doing just fine on your own," he murmured, though he honestly didn't know how long he felt like being patient for. Reza had stolen his attention away from his food and it was always hard to keep his hands off him. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said under his breath almost without thinking about it, those words had just become reflex at this point. Reza made him feel mindless with arousal sometimes and he needed that hazy state of mind more often than not.
He pressed back against the warm inviting pressure of Shane’s crotch, rubbing the arch of his foot against his cock a bit. It was hot to feel how hard he was, how much Reza was turning him on. Not that it was challenging, it just always put extra fire into Reza’s arousal. “I know,” he murmured back, his lips curling up again. He moved his free hand up his chest to pinch and play with one nipple, drinking in the delicious feel of Shane’s eyes on him like that. “It’s always better with company though ... you should join me. Feels like these are getting uncomfortable.” Reza rubbed against Shane’s pants, which were now considerably tighter than they were a few moments ago. More than that, Reza wanted to watch him touch himself.
"You're not wrong," Shane murmured back and the pressure from Reza's foot was making his cock grow rapidly harder again. He unbuttoned his pants and leaned back in his seat, scooting his butt forward an inch or two, then pulled his cock out and slowly and lightly started stroking it. His gaze was fixed on Reza's face for now and he loved the way they were effectively staring at each other like it was a competition. He could drown in those eyes and it was telling that Reza's face could keep his attention as well as his cock could. He pressed his balls against Reza's foot, a lazy grin curling his lips. "Show me what you like, baby."
Shane already had a good handle on what he liked, in Reza’s opinion, but they’d never just masturbated in front of one another before that he could recall. They were too horny for each other, too eager to grope and lick and suck. Even now Reza felt that urge to slide down onto his knees under the table to get that beautiful cock into his mouth. He stayed put for the moment, his gaze crawling over Shane’s face and body while he lightly stroked himself, teasing his cock into an aching hardness. He gripped the base of it with one hand and rubbed the palm of the other against the sensitive head, his breathing already getting a little heavier. The warmth of Shane’s crotch against his foot was sexy, and Reza nudged his toes against his balls, watching what Shane did with his own hard on.
It wasn't nearly as good without the glide of lube or spit but Shane was content with just teasing his cock for now, savoring the way Reza's foot pressed against his balls, their only physical contact at the moment. Reza wasn't really showing him anything that surprised him but they already knew each other's bodies so well he hadn't really expected it. Reza knew him better than anyone in the world ever had so Shane certainly didn't have anything new to show him, but this still felt new, exciting in a both exhibitionist and voyeuristic way, both of which had always highly appealed to Shane. His jokes about orgies didn't come out of the blue, the thought of a variety of people enjoying themselves in various ways was a powerful turn on. "Damn it, you make my mouth water more than that food did," he murmured quietly, smirking at Reza as he observed him.
They might not have been groundbreaking techniques, but what grown man hadn’t already mastered pretty much everything that could be done with just an unlubed hand? It felt good anyway, and getting to see Shane touch himself at the same time just made it better. He took his time as well, shifting the position of his hand here and there just to explore all the angles. “Mmhmm, nobody’s that good of a cook,” he retorted with a pleased smirk of his own. It was fun to think that he was more tempting than food, at least to Shane. Reza got off on how sexy Shane found him, and he could practically feel the hunger in his gaze. “Hope you saved some room,” he added, gripping the base of his cock to wave it around suggestively. Why did corny shit become hot when one was aroused? Reza grinned and went back to stroking himself.
"There's always room for you," Shane replied in a near growl and as hot as he was finding this whole thing, it was getting harder to stay clear. He pushed his heels against the floor and moved his chair back an inch, the scraping sound all but lost in the music still playing in the bluetooth speakers. "I just don't know where to start, you're a buffet," he tittered as he moved over to Reza and crouched down in front of him, smoothing his hands up his thighs as he looked him over with open hunger. He wasn't lying about his mouth watering at the sight of Reza's cock, his whole body wanted him in every way he could get him, from his conscious to his subconscious and he didn't think he'd ever had this kind of intense chemistry with someone without being high.
He moved like a sexy big cat, lithe and graceful, and Reza’s eyes didn’t stray from Shane as he settled in front of him. Reza splayed his knees wide to make room, his hand still playing with his cock. He huffed some amusement out through his nose at the compliment, though it amped up that hot feeling in his gut at the same time. Who didn’t like to be admired like that? Reza lifted his free hand to run in through Shane’s hair, then cupped the back of his neck as he sat up enough to lean forward and kiss him. Mouths were usually a good place to start, right? Reza’s cock was aching to feel that mouth too, but he didn’t mind the delay ... they were just getting warmed up now. He parted his lips to taste Shane deeper, enjoying the hint of spice from the food they’d both been eating.
Shane grunted softly into the kiss, not minding that start at all as he pushed up into the kiss and let their tongues play together in a sweet promise of things to come. He moved one hand to wrap it loosely around Reza's cock right above where his own hand was, just wanting to feel it and feel the movements as Reza stroked himself, giving him enough space to maneuver. "You're gonna give me a food kink," he murmured as he pulled back, then nipped playfully on Reza's bottom lip, gazing into his eyes as he leaned back on his haunches. "Hell, you make everything sexy." This wasn't enough though, not even close. Instead of following that urge to get his mouth back on Reza's cock, Shane let go of him and rose to his feet before offering a hand up to Reza. "I want you on the couch," he told him simply. "The food can wait."
Shane’s hand working with his own felt so damn good, Reza let out a little whine when he released him. He was good at touching and pleasing himself, but someone else doing it well was always better, especially when that someone was Shane. Reza’s disappointment didn’t last long, however, and he grinned faintly as he took Shane’s hand and stood up too. “So does that mean you’re going to let me cover your junk in whipped cream sometime?” he murmured, definitely not serious about it. It was so corny, and while he had no doubts Shane would somehow make it sexy, Reza wasn’t interested in licking up that much sugar. He let his man lead him back into the sitting room, paused long enough to push his joggers down and get them completely off, then pressed in close to Shane’s body. It felt good even through the clothes Shane was still wearing. “Put me on the couch then,” he murmured, nuzzling at Shane’s neck. “Wherever you want me.”
Shane would let him cover him head to toe in whipped cream if Reza was into that, sheets could be washed or thrown away, cleaning was easy, it'd probably make him laugh but he had a lot of experience with smothering his laughter when it came to weird sex things and he was pretty sure Reza was not into anything that put that skill to a test. The thought didn't linger because then Reza was flush against him, naked and enticing and murmuring an offer he couldn't resist. He gripped him by the hips and ducked in to nibble on Reza's neck before turning them and walking Reza backwards toward the couch. "Playtime is over," he said with a cheeky grin because he was in the mood for more now, no more teasing and holding back, no more distractions.
Reza let out a delighted laugh as he moved where Shane was pushing him, arms still loosely draped over his shoulders. “Were we just playing?” he murmured innocently, not really needing an answer to that. It all felt like foreplay, but then again most of his moments with Shane did, to some degree. They were almost always flirting and touching and teasing each other ... maybe that was part of why the serious moments felt so heavy when they came. But they got through those together too, and Reza wouldn’t trade the intimacy they’d helped create for anything. He’d never felt so fucking close to anyone in his life, and at the moment he wanted to express that by allowing Shane to do anything he wanted to him. The backs of Reza’s legs hit the edge of the couch and he stole another kiss from Shane’s lips, one hand sneaking down to lightly grip his cock again.
"Yeah," Shane drawled with delighted amusement, gently bumping their foreheads together. "Now it's time for serious business." It was such a stupid notion that he couldn't help but laugh but it did nothing to distract him from what he wanted and he pushed Reza to sit down on the couch then pulled his own pants down and let them fall to the floor, glad to be rid of them finally. He moved over Reza, nudging him to lie down as he did, peppering his beautiful skin with little kisses as he straddled his thighs. Reza was air and water, but he still felt like fire to Shane, like home and excitement wrapped up in one living, breathing being. His skin felt hot against his lips and fingers and he couldn't get enough of touching him as he worked his way up to his face, kissing him deeply.
He giggled softly as he sat, then allowed himself to be nudged and pushed where Shane wanted him. Reza moaned softly at the feel of Shane’s lips on his skin, his hands coming up to skim through Shane’s hair as he moved. When their mouths met, Reza’s was hungry, his tongue delving just as deep past Shane’s lips. He groaned into it, restlessly caressing the back of Shane’s neck and shoulders and down his arms just to come up into his hair again. He definitely felt the shift away from playful teasing within himself, Reza’s body was rapidly feeling hungry and overly warm. His hips rocked up restlessly under Shane, his cock seeking pressure and friction and heat.
There was no feeling quite like having Reza's body writhing against his own and Shane pressed down against him to give him some of that pressure he was seeking while he kissed him. He enjoyed the slide of skin against skin, that small trail of wetness where Reza's cock dragged against his thigh before pressing their cocks together. "Wanna make you come," he murmured against Reza's lips then took his kisses lower, nipping lightly on his neck. "No time limit this time." Once he reached his chest he looked up at him, idly rubbing his chin against Reza's skin. "Any requests?"
The press of Shane’s body against his erection felt divine, and it was a little amazing how quickly Reza was getting worked up again. Like the arousal had slipped just under the surface while they’d had dinner, and it was coming roaring back now. He arched under Shane’s lips, his breathing getting deeper and faster as everything started getting more intense. Reza cracked his eyes open and looked down at Shane, his lips quirking up at the corners. “Suck my cock until I beg you to fuck me,” he suggested, carding his fingers through Shane’s hair. Reza knew it wouldn’t take him long to get to that point, but he was positively aching to feel Shane’s mouth around him again.
"I like a man who knows what he wants," Shane murmured. "Especially when it aligns with what I want." He tilted his head into Reza's touch, then kissed his stomach again and started licking his way lower, nuzzling Reza's thigh before taking his cock in his mouth. He had a feeling it wouldn't take long before he had Reza all riled up but he also didn't mind just sucking him off. It was a nice, lazy day and it felt like they had all the time in the world to just lounge and pleasure each other. He was still glad they had lube nearby - in the drawer on the living room table right within reach - because if Reza wanted to get fucked, Shane was fucking him. He'd never pass that up, addicted to the way it felt when their bodies joined together and the oh so pretty sounds Reza made when he hit his sweet spot.
With all the cooking now done, it definitely felt like there was nothing to do all day but indulge any desire they had. Which was pretty much the vibe in the house all the time. Reza was starting to feel totally untethered from any other adult reality. Every need was taken care of here, he barely had to lift a finger to work, all he had to do was clean up now and then and enjoy all this free time with his new lover -- ‘new,’ but not, because Reza kind of felt like they’d been together for ages already. Like Shane was made for him and vice versa. Silly romantic nonsense, but he loved feeling that way. He moaned as Shane engulfed him in delicious heat again, his head falling back and eyes closing. It definitely wasn’t going to take him long to beg, he already knew that much.
It wasn't like Shane was trying to make it all last either. He was eager to fuck Reza now that he knew that was what he wanted, his own cock hard and throbbing against the couch as he greedily sucked Reza's down deep in his throat, lavishing it with firm strokes of his tongue and sucking it hard before taking it back in. He felt powerful, knowing he would have Reza shaking and needy within minutes and he could already feel the tension growing in his thighs, his hips stuttering a little as he stroked them. It was a heady feeling, Reza was both so strong and so fragile to him, the possessive feelings that washed over him at moments like this were laced with so many other emotions, a wild spectrum that had terrified him at first but now... To say it was growing on him was an understatement.
Reza was delighted to sink down into that heady, fuzzy space where he didn’t have to do anything but feel -- and Shane gave him the best sorts of things to feel. That talented mouth of his got Reza feeling worked up again in no time, and he was moaning softly and struggling to keep still in a couple of minutes flat. It was suddenly so tempting to just ride all that pleasure until Shane made him come in his mouth, but he felt more greedy than that deep down. Even if he could have it later, even two or three more times before the night was over, he wanted to come on Shane’s cock now. Reza wanted to stare up into his eyes and watch the pleasure dance there, feel the heat of him filling Reza up, get stretched and fucked and all those delicious things. Reza arched off the couch a bit, biting into his bottom lip until he couldn’t resist anymore. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I want you now, baby, fuck me, please ...”
Shane had braced himself for possibly having to wait much longer and while he absolutely could keep going, he was happy to hear Reza wanted more. Those minutes spent sucking Reza off were amazing but his own cock was hard and needy, craving the heat of Reza's mouth or body. He hummed softly before he pulled up, letting Reza feel that vibration of his voice, then grinned up at him a bit hazily. "Can't say no to that," he groaned, pulling himself up over Reza's body and dipping down to kiss him while grasping around for the lube. "M'so fucking hooked on you," he murmured as he worked the bottle and got himself all slicked up. "Do you like tasting yourself on my tongue? Because I think you taste amazing."
While Shane got the lube, Reza took advantage of the opportunity to just touch him, his hands roaming over Shane’s arms and the sides of his body, sliding around to squeeze his ass. He was so gorgeous up close like this, and Reza loved feeling so surrounded by him. He dipped his head to kiss against Shane’s collarbone, the words drawing a soft groan out of him. “Yes,” he whispered back, dragging his lips up Shane’s neck and jaw to seek out his mouth so he could do so again. Reza kissed him deep, one hand slipping up to clench in the back of his hair as he wrapped his legs loosely around Shane’s hips, his body feeling more than ready for that sweet invasion it was craving so much. “You’re my drug,” he breathed against Shane’s mouth.
"But if I'm your drug," Shane murmured a bit distractedly between kisses as he brought his slick fingers down lower to prepare Reza at least a little bit. "And you're my drug, are we then like that worm that's eating itself?" He narrowed his eyes briefly and tittered. "Snake. Whatever. Was it two snakes?" Did he give a shit? No. He was just sure Reza knew what it was called because Reza was stupidly smart, even when he was all mindless with pleasure. It was a little weird living with someone who just knew things like that, Shane hadn't exactly spent a lot of time with well read people before, and it gave him a little bit of a kick sometimes. "We're just an endless drug loop," he all but purred as he pressed his fingers inside Reza and gently finger-fucked him for a few seconds.
He had to laugh a bit, which felt surprisingly good in the midst of all the lust and pleasure. It was always intense, but it didn’t always have to be serious. “One snake, ouroboros,” Reza told him, the last syllable rising as Shane’s fingers entered him. His lashes fluttered and he let out a shaky breath. Reza’s body was impatient for Shane’s cock, which always felt a million times better inside of him than anything else, but he knew this part wouldn’t last too long. He shifted his hips around to help his ass adjust, wantonly pushing against Shane’s hand. He liked the idea that they were just junkies for each other; their love was much less destructive than anything else they could’ve gotten hooked on, and Reza was determined to keep it that way. He clutched at Shane’s shoulders and the back of his neck, moaning softly as fingers brushed his prostate. “Please,” he whispered again.
Ouroboros. No wonder he didn't know that damn word. He'd pretty much forgotten it again already and he couldn't really be blamed for that, Reza was very distracting and while Shane was willing to bet he knew the origins of the word and everything, he was interested in far different things now. "I've got you," he murmured quietly, nipping at Reza's lip as he pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his cock, pressing in slow and steady, letting out a soft, content moan at the way Reza engulfed him. "I could fucking live in you," he groaned and it didn't have to make sense, nothing had to make sense during sex and that was probably one of the many reasons Shane loved it so much.
It made perfect sense to Reza in the moment, and every part of him agreed that would be fucking fantastic. He just wanted to merge completely with Shane and live happily like some Cronenberg monster. Though it never seemed grotesque in his head, just intimate and perfect. Reza knew that wasn’t the healthiest thing to want in a relationship, but what-the-fuck-ever, he was madly in love and that was how he felt. As Shane brought them as close as they could realistically get, Reza groaned deeply again, that delicious full sensation sending every coherent thought flying out of his head. He adjusted his thighs tighter around Shane’s hips to hold him close and lifted his head enough to kiss him hungrily again. Reza rocked his pelvis upward to take him as deep as he could, greedy for every inch of him.
Deep was good and Shane loved the way Reza worked with him, as aggressively into it as he was. He kissed him back with fervor as he moved his hips in a way he knew felt good for the both of them, tweaking one of Reza's nipples as he stroked his chest and sides then reached between them to stroke Reza's cock, not wanting to neglect it. "You feel so good," he groaned against his lips. "Like you were made just for me." If he believed in fate and such he might even believe that was the case, that Reza had been there at the right time and place especially for him for something good to enjoy in his last of days. It was a dangerous way of thinking, one that might lead him to feel like he owned the man in some way but he already kind of did. At least he felt like Reza owned him too so it wasn't just one sided and nobody had ever been allowed that before.
Not a single part of Reza felt neglected, and his back arched a little more as Shane’s hand found his cock. The words made him feel delightfully possessed and incredibly sexy. Any true match made for Shane had to be gorgeous and desirable, and Reza really felt like his match these days. “Uh huh,” he whimpered, the fingers of one hand slipping into the back of Shane’s hair to grip some of it, as if he might go somewhere otherwise. “I am, I’m yours.” In moments like these he felt entitled to all of those irrational powerful feelings Shane stirred up in him -- rationality had no place in their bedroom. Or on the living room couch, apparently. All Reza knew was that cock drove him a delicious sort of crazy, and he couldn’t get enough of how Shane made him feel.
Hearing that from Reza made Shane's feelings turn intensely physical, like they were growing too big for his body, pressing against his insides and making it hard to breathe. It felt both good and bad, overwhelming and only soothed by the intense arousal he was feeling, overriding the bad parts. Reza was his so it wasn't just some dangerous delusion he was having, he was willingly his. "Damn right," he groaned as he thrust into him harder. "And I'm yours. All yours." That was only fair, and belonging to someone was far more an exotic feeling than feeling possessive was, even if Shane enjoyed the former far more. The latter could be terrifying, but Reza made it somehow less so. At least he was feeling it with someone who actually deserved him.
The words stoked a similar fire in Reza, a surge of possessive love that felt so good in this moment of passion. Shane was his, and Shane avoided belonging to anybody like the plague. That made Reza special, didn’t it? He sure as hell felt like it when Shane was staring at him like that and his cock was stirring up so much intense pleasure inside of him. Even though it was hot sometimes to fantasize about sharing Shane with someone else, Reza felt fiercely that he possessed the most important parts of the man. Shane had given him a lot more than just good dick ... though currently that was Reza’s favorite. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed. His fingers tightened in Shane’s hair and he pulled him down into another breathless, hungry kiss, his hips working with Shane’s to get him deep.
All his life Shane had given pieces of himself away to anyone who would have them but those pieces didn't mean anything, not really. They were just companionship and mostly fucking, shallow interactions and never anything beyond that. Reza possessed the darkest parts of him, Shane hadn't run away when things got too real or even when they got outright awful so yes, Reza was right that he possessed the most important parts of him and he alone had made himself a home in Shane's jaded heart. Maybe that was why the sex always felt like so much more than just sex. Sure it could be fun and Shane absolutely hadn't lost his decadent tendencies, but there was an underlying thing that felt like a constant thrumming in the background, giving depth to things that hadn't held any for Shane before. He wasn't afraid of it anymore, he was only afraid of losing it. They moved together for a while, ramping up that pleasure soaked in deeper feelings and Shane only broke the kiss to catch his breath and breathe in the air from Reza's lips.
The air around them had grown thicker with magic, the sounds of their panting and bodies connecting had gained a richer tone, more echo. Reza was aware he was doing it, but it felt more like a muscle relaxing than something he had to put effort into. Shane just took down all his walls, gave him the freedom to be completely himself and still appreciated for it. He made no effort to rein it in, enjoying the way the vibrations started rippling back to them and making his eardrums sing. Reza kept clinging to Shane, one hand locked in his hair and the other gripping his ass, their hot breath mingling together. He couldn’t get enough of how that muscle felt under his palm, clenching and working while Shane’s cock drove him higher and higher. “I fucking love you,” he panted against Shane’s lips, his heartbeat thick with emotion in his chest. The words rippled and fluttered around them.
Shane loved it when Reza did that, it always felt like his consciousness was being altered somehow, even if it was his surroundings and not his brain being tempered with. At some point he thought he could hear Reza's heartbeat, like a far away echo that mixed with the music and the slapping of skin against skin. "I fucking love you too," he groaned and now that he knew what those words really meant to them, it was so much easier to say them - especially at moments like these. He could feel how close Reza was, recognized all the signs and knew very well how to urge him on without words. "Want to feel you come on my cock," he murmured anyway, breathless and low as he pushed for that to happen, not letting up with his thrusts or his stroking as his own words echoed around him. It was probably a good thing he was somewhat egotistical or hearing his own voice might have felt awkward but if he was being honest, he liked the sound of it, especially mixed in with Reza's moans.
Reza liked the sound of it too, the rich tones of Shane’s voice surrounding him like another physical embrace, and the words themselves ... He couldn’t really describe how it all made him feel. Luckily he didn’t really need to, because he was sure that Shane could feel it too. Reza had never been in love like this before, this all-consuming thing that gave him so much life at the same time. He felt completely addicted to it, but also like he hadn’t lost himself in it. They still had bad moments and disagreed, they were still figuring out how all their pieces fit together, but that somehow made it all better, more real. And goddamn did it make the sex incredible. Reza was totally lost in it, that tension building and building inside of him as Shane expertly worked his body. Any resistance and greedy urge to draw it out didn’t stand a chance. He gasped a few deep breaths before everything went taut and trembly and Reza cried out as he came, every solid thought in his head obliterated by pleasure.
It felt like they were fucking in a cave for a few moments, the way the sound bounced around them didn't sound anything like it should in a fully furnished modern living room, was fuller and richer and like it was bouncing off bare rocks. It made Shane feel strange but good but he didn't have much time to think about it before Reza went tumbling over the edge, pulling Shane with him. He'd meant to last longer but it was an indulgent day and one for little effort apparently so he let the wave take him, happy to crash into the pleasure alongside his lover. He moaned loudly, the sound mixing with all the strangely echoing sounds already around him and it felt like he was floating in space for a few seconds, lightheaded as his orgasm washed over him and shook him to the core. He came back to himself and let himself collapse on top of Reza, mindlessly pressing little kisses on his skin where he landed. "Fuck I love you," he groaned once he'd caught his breath. "And this... fucking crazy thing you do."
This might just be the first of many for the rest of the day, so Reza didn’t mind feeling Shane peak just as he did in the slightest. All of the pleasure in his voice, the way he shuddered and throbbed deep in Reza’s body, all of it was fucking delicious, and drew his orgasm out even longer. When they both finally went boneless, Reza felt like he was glowing with a golden sort of satisfaction, his arms looped loosely around Shane’s body. “What thing?” he murmured back, then tittered softly. As if he didn’t know. “I love you too.” Reza pressed kisses against a few spots on the side of Shane’s face. He flexed his control again and let the last rippling echoes fade away from the space around them. It was hot during sex, but disorienting any other time for most. It made him happy that Shane liked it though, it felt like bringing him into Reza’s magic, in a way.
Shane let out a little huff of a laugh. "Everything," he murmured in a belated answer even if they both knew what specific thing he'd been talking about. "Every goddamn thing." Reza was the only person who'd ever made him feel high without the drugs and that might have been one of the things that initially got Shane hooked on him but now he would love him without it; his addiction had spread out to encompass everything Reza was, even the things that annoyed Shane at times. He raised himself up to kiss Reza again, then gave himself a moment to just look at him, smile at him and linger right where he was, rolling his hips slightly just to feel the friction.
The slide of Shane’s cock inside of him gave Reza another pleasant shiver and he hummed softly, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip before he smiled back at Shane in a blissed-out dreamy sort of way. Every goddamn thing sounded pretty fucking good to him, and it covered how Reza felt in return. Shane had his flaws, everybody did, but Reza loved them just the same because they were a part of him. The only way to heal those old wounds was to love them better, and he still felt completely committed to walking beside Shane in that journey. He hoped Shane could feel that, and that he felt safe and loved in their nice little private cocoon. They couldn’t always be this insulated, if they stayed together for longer than this Maine trip, but Reza was going to enjoy the fuck out of it while it lasted. He kissed Shane gently again, ready to relish the rest of this rainy sleepy sexy day with him.